I take your palm within mine.
And lay upon your hand.
This tiny little flower.
Hoping you will understand.
This little bloom is fragile.
Just as fragile as our love.
I ask you please donít crush it.
Is this small request enough?
Let your love shine upon it.
Donít water it with my tears.
Donít let it wither and die.
With care it will last for years.
It may change with time my love.
It may not seem the same.
But it will always be ours
even if love were not its name.
Donít let it lay forgotten.
As you busy yourself with life.
Donít ignore the fragile flower
or that you now have a wife.
Hold each gently in your heart.
be gentle with your hand.
I give this fragile love to you
hoping you will understand.
Not all poems I write are about me personally, yet they do come from MY soul.